Everyody Does It
My mama was a lady
the monitor of my day.
Poop was a word I seldom heard
and was not allowed to say.
Number one and number two,
we took to outdoor two-holer,
but I knew everybody did it,
even mom and my sis in her stroller.
Seagulls and crows are lucky.
they just do it on the fly.
Humans must clean the messes up
when they come to us from the sky.
We carry litter bags with us
when taking our dogs for a stroll.
We know that keeping the streets clean
should be everybody's goal.
Livestock owners are lucky.
They just pile it on the ground
where it turns into a rich compost
for which eager buyers abound
I wish I had known of that word
when I was a young girl, because
I could have told her I was making compost
just like everybody does..
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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